Morning Changes

It was hard not to sigh happily as the warm water flowed down my back. I've always enjoyed showers; the gentle massage of the running water always calmed my mind and allowed me think. And I had a lot of thinking to do.

First off, there was no denying it: I had been corrupted by the power given to me by these earrings. I mean, even before I acquired these powers, I hadn't been much of a saint. I wasn't a dick either, but everyone had fantasies and, when given the means to turn those into reality.... It was hard to resist.

Like yesterday - I totally got off on both making Meaghan cry out loudly during sex and having a man get extremely arousal at a moaning woman (A change I was pleased to find that I had been immune too. It seems I was impervious to any alterations I made to what was seemed as normal in the world). Last night, Al and Meags kept fucking until the girl inevitably called for a stop, after which I can only presume she made her master cum through means that were much less mutually pleasurable. If not, she'd have continued to moan and he'd have stayed aroused.

No doubt the same had happened with Kaitlyn and her partner. I got a kick out of that too.

But today was a new day, and a big one at that. The girls would be measuring my cock later this morning, something that even I had never done. Hard to believe, maybe, but when you're packing as much as I am, you just accept that your cock is bigger than 95% of your peers and, well, I never felt the need to figure out specifics. But, because of an inexperienced change made back when I wasn't fully aware of the scope of my new-found powers, I'd made it so that everyone and their mother wanted to know my dick size.

Not that that was a bad thing.

As the water flowed, I toyed with the idea of making a change that would benefit only the limited few who were packing as much as me. Something absurd and totally depend on one's dick size. But, at the moment, my thoughts were instead focused on the sheet of paper I had sitting on the bathroom counter. A piece of homework I'd left behind before bed.

While having the power to change literally anything about the world is exceedingly fun, when your options are limitless it's hard to narrow in on one particular thing. After my few handful of changes last night, I'd effectively run out of immediate ideas.

So I figured I'd see what the girl's wanted.

After my housemates had gone to fuck, before I myself went to bed, I left the girls a note in the living room. It was simple, reading only:

Meaghan and Kaitlyn, come the morning I'd like to do a thought experiment. If you'd be so kind as to indulge me, all I request is for the two of you to write down one thing you dislike about men on this sheet of paper. I'll review them when I wake and then I'll see if I can change your minds on the matter.

And, to their credit, the girls had brought up two excellent points. So much so that, when I did wake and retrieved my query, the girls, who'd been studying in the living room of the empty home, openly challenged me to succeed at my task. They seemed convinced I wouldn't be able too.

Truth was, I had no intention of debating with them. Instead, I was simply going to change normality.

Exiting the shower and toweling off, I turned a wet hand to the paper to review its contents one last time, making sure I had everything in order. I read slowly, making sure I caught every word.

• I hate how guys have a tendency to look at my boobs during conversation. When a man refuses to make eye contact, it's a clear sign of disrespect.

No doubt this was from Meaghan, considering how neat the handwriting was. I grinned; this one was easy enough.

"It's normal for girls to prefer having guys stare at the tits during conversation, with girls normally dressing up their cleavage in order for the men to have ample flesh to view."

My logic was simple: instead of having girls spend time applying make-up to their eyes, they'd now instead focus on ensuring every guy had a proper look of their hidden goods. One last change sealed the deal.

"It's normal for direct eye contact between a man and a woman to be considered highly offensive unless the act is done during sex, where instead it's viewed as romantic and arousing."

That should take care of that. No doubt Meaghan had an entirely different view on the subject matter now. I shifted my focus to the next line of text, addressing Kaitlyn's complaints.

• I really wish that guys didn't take the fact that I'm nice to them as an invitation to hit on me. It seems that whenever I'm nice to any guy I encounter, they immediately believe that I'm interested when I'm clearly not.

This one had been a little more difficult to reverse, mostly because I didn't want women to stop being friendly towards men. But, after some thinking, I believe I'd found a reasonable solution.

"It's normal for women to reciprocate a man's interest when being hit on, even if she herself has no interest in him, regardless of her relationship status. If a girl is already committed to someone else, it's normal for the burden of respecting said relationship to fall on the man who's hitting on her. In rare instances, when the man has no respect for his query's relationship, it's normal for him to continue hitting on the girl even if it leads to the girl cheating on her partner."

Cruel? Probably, but I was now living in a fantasy world and the sky was the limit. Besides, this change was on Kaitlyn anyway - it's her fault she was getting offended whenever guys hit on her.

It was with great satisfaction that I finished drying myself off, got dressed, and headed out. It was time to quiz the girls.